What with being pregnant and all, this particular milestone isn't coming at the most ideal moment, but it sure makes for cute pictures. Alas, despite the hopeful nature of the last photo, no progress was actually made (except for their progress through Robots on the portable DVD player). :D Even so . . . I think I'll keep these little guys.
I love this blog. Not only is Katie a fabulous, fun, whimsical photographer, she is just such a talented artist all around! She has a zest for life that is very apparent at first glance. She brings splashes of color and life to her New York neighborhood, along with smiles, youth, and introspection. And even better, she inspires me to think more outside the box! Bravo Katie! Keep doing what you're doing and I'll keep innocently blog stalking and benefiting from your amazing creative spirit. Deal? :D
I take after my dad. Completely. Wholly. Unabashedly. We are both verging on obsessive/compulsive about preserving memories: journals, photographs, videos, scrapbooks (more me than my dad on this one, I admit), speeches, art/school projects, and whatever other meaningful tidbits we accumulate along the way through this exciting life of ours.
What I have noticed lately, however, is this constant struggle between the vintage and modern world. It can be noted in practically every facet of life. While we go forward with bounding advancements in the fields of technology and medicine, clothing trends tell a completely different story; kitchens are remodeled with modern appliances, fixtures, and cabinetry made to look retro/vintage; and hair styles mimic the 30's starlets. On the flip-side, there are clothes and hairdos so radical as can only belong to this new millennium and home renovation is sometimes so sleek and streamlined that one feels as though they've stepped 100 years into the future.
As a photographer and purveyor of memory, I experience this battle of the decades daily as I pour over old family photos (taken almost exclusively by my dear father) and grapple against my desire to edit every single picture I now take with a worn sort of vibe and coloring. There is something so poignant about aged photos, vintage apparel, and antique furniture and automobiles. For me, these blasts from the past embody everything that photography attempts to accomplish - mainly the preservation of memory. They stir something in me. They speak to me. The modern world seems so cold, impersonal, and distant. The vintage seems to whisper of barefoot, apron-clad prairie women sweating lovingly over delicious home-cooked meals prepared on epic scales for husbands and farmhands alike. The vintage carries with it the promise of hours and hours of quiet speculation of days gone by and unique people long since deceased. The vintage evokes collective, historical memory and ties generations together the way modern accoutrements never will.
What about you? Are you more of a vintage person or modern? Maybe a bit of both worlds?
Yesterday, my husband and I cashed in on some massage coupons I came by a while back. We headed down to Pacific Beach to be lathered up with massage oils then kneaded out by experienced hands. Unfortunately, due to a misentry on the part of my scheduler, I did not get my massage. (It was not properly noted that I am pregnant and in need of pregnancy massage). Instead, I spent an hour browsing a photo magazine in the lobby while listening to the faint ambiance music escaping from my husband's session.
*Sigh* *Pout*
Truth be told, even without the massage, the relaxing, quiet environment was not wasted on this pregnant, bedraggled mother of two. :D And, wonderfully, through my magazine immersion, I made quite an enlightening discovery: I love photojournalism. Reading about the dangerous, inspiring, moving, and enlightening photographic journies of various decorated photojournalists stirred something in me. Oh how I would love to embark on a meaningful photography mission; one that might really make a difference to someone, really inspire someone! Don't get me wrong, I still love taking pictures of kids. In fact, they are some of my favorite subjects. But I've never, ever loved having to stage photos like family shots. I much, much, much prefer to be in the corner, the background, snapping shots as they happen naturally, in real life and real time, uninhibited by structure and expectation. I love to capture people as they really are, as they share their true selves. I am delighted when I can preserve character and personality traits as they are manifested without solicitation.
An example from my own repertoire comes in the form of the following picture accompanied by a comment shared by the subject's grandma:
{Liz...Morris and I loved looking at these pictures. Great job. [This] picture is a "look" that Travis gave me from the time he was a little boy ..into adulthood, and you captured it in Graham. Bravo!!}
Seriously, what could be better than tying generations together through the capture of spontaneous, inherited expression? This is what makes my job worth it. This is what makes me smile. Put a family in a natural setting with lots of natural light, make them comfortable and set them at ease, then snap away as they interact with one another naturally, happily, without direction or interference from me. Ahhhh. :D
But for a better example of what I'm talking about, take a look at photographer Pam Spaulding. She was given permission to photograph one year in the life of brand new parents with their newborn son, David. That assignment turned into 30 years of her life spent photographing this one family, culminating in an impressive work entitled An American Family: Three Decades with the McGarveys. She caught everything on film - new life, milestones, challenges, elderly care, engagements, etc. Everything. In the magazine I was reading, they showed pictures of a spritely grandma holding her new grandbaby, Sara. Then right below that there was a picture of a much older grandma, suffering from Alzheimers, with a grown-up, 20-something Sara sitting on her lap. The progression of life is amazing. And while Pam made excellent friends with the family, she did an exceptional job avoiding interrupting the natural evolution of their day-to-day family life. What an opportunity!
Now, I have to make exception here. While I love the thought of traveling the world to photograph various cultures or take pictures of exceptional suffering that lacks representation and awareness, I am not at all interested in photographing violence. I admire those photographers who do put themselves in extreme danger to photograph war and civil unrest, but I would love to uplift, not depress. I would love to bring the world images of light and happiness, even in the most extreme, unjust, and depressing of environments or circumstances. I would love to raise awareness and effect change where change is necessary.
What photography projects would you pursue with your camera if you had unlimited funds and time? (Which, just to be perfectly clear, I do not have. :D).
For St. Valentine's Day, my sweet family and I decided to head to Mission Bay for a warm Sunday stroll. This is San Diego in the winter, folks. So divine!
Dear potential customers and loyal readers,
I am taking a holiday break from photography sessions. I will still be posting pictures from previous sessions as I finish up processing them, but I will not be scheduling any new clients until after the new year. See you next year! :D
Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!! Hopefully you'll be with family, like me, because that is the very best place to be!
Love,
Liz
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